A New Form of Intimacy

That Friday, Carrie arrived to work at noon. You'd been diligently setting up her office.

"I thought we might try something new," Carrie said. You looked at her, eyebrows raising.

"Well, we can't have sex, right?" you nodded. "So ..." she pulled out a seven inch black strapon. You blushed.

You stripped, taking off your shoes, your socks, your shirt. You had your pants and underwear down around your ankles when she pushed you over the desk. She kept on her yoga outfit, sliding the strapon up so she could fuck you fully clothed.

"So much smaller than Jerome," she said, judging you. "So much weaker. So hairless. So effeminate. I didn't pick well when I picked you." You flushed, but your cock was twitching. "You are weak, Junior." She lubed up the strapon, then out on a latex glove and clinically lubed you up. She slapped your tight white ass hard, leaving a handprint on it.

Then she lined up the tip of her cock against your asshole and pushed. You relaxed, focusing on your breathing.

"Something tells me this isn't your first time," Carrie observed as she buried her length into you, taking you inch by inch. You flushed harder, but stayed silent. After she settled in all the way, she regarded you for a moment, then pushed the thought aside and focused on fucking you.

You grunted as she explored you -- finding the right pace, the right angle, the right spots to hit. And finally she hit that spot, causing your knees to buckle, causing your cock to shoot weak ropes of cum all over her desk. She wrinkled her nose.

"That's more than you ever came in me," she said, disgusted. "Pussy." She withdrew, leaving you heaving against her desk, your pants still around your ankles.